When my son, Scott, returned from his studies at the University at Alpha Centauri, the Hobbitt and I went to meet him at the Clinton National Spaceport near Washington, DC.

Scott had said that dealing with alien life forms would be a good experience in learning to deal with the people he would meet in the corporate environment here on Earth. The Hobbitt and I agreed, and this has turned out to have been a wise decision.

Here you see Scott and the Hobbit in the Arrivals area. I am shooting through the doors to this area because it's pressurized and that bothers my ears.